Herobrine captured

Chap 3

Weak. I felt so weak. I could barely move. Every part of my body aced. Oh how I longed to be out of this dungeon. It was quite dark I suppose it was night time just because no lights were on. I looked around, slowly examining my surroundings. (Don't forget about his eyes :I he can easily see around in the dark) I never bothered to look before so maybe I should now. I was bored as Hell. The walls were straight iron blocks with a bedrock floor. Damn. I wish I could morph into the ground bellow me. But sadly I cannot fade into shadow under me. I'm too weak as it is now to even try. And if I did try I would be shocked again. Nothing was unique about this room. All was white and black, but, maybe, I didn't like it. The colors that is. Maybe something more… cheerful? I think that would be nice. Yes… more… happy… maybe even… laughter? No! I have to stay myself. Myself is what I have to be. Myself is what I want to be. How long am I going to be stuck in here? Why does my brother have to do this? I can't heal my hand… will it stay broken forever? At least I have my other hand… this is bad… really bad. I have so many questions. No one will answer them though. Maybe if I just fall asleep… everything will be back to normal. Even before… THAT. Goodnight. My world shifted. Everything spreads apart. In a distance, that I cannot reach, burning my eyes. Trying to grab onto these memories like a mother cat trying to keep her kittens in the bed. But these kittens are to wild. They are evil rampaging kittens. Ones that I try to keep hidden away.

People may think of me as having no mercy, evil, cruel. But I have succeeded in taming myself. Hiding away the vicious me until something or someone unleashes my full power. A power that cannot be stopped not even I myself can stop it. The mother has succeeded in grabbing her little, innocent kittens. But she cannot maintain the power over her kittens forever. She needs someone else for help. But I don't. I can get out of this mess alone. But, not today. I'm just too tired. It can wait. I can make an escape plan later… I couldn't tell if I was knocked out or quickly fell asleep, but either way I was out. I didn't want to face the real world. My brother. I was done for. I had to admit it. There's no going back, I couldn't, and if it was possible I would go all the way back to when I was a boy. When everything was fun and games. A lovely cute, calm, feeling. I missed that very much.

Yes. I felt myself slipping; I was not knocked out before. I'm going to be sent off minecraft forever as a virus. Well I am a virus. And I can't really be sent off anyways. I can just find my way back in by destroying the codes. Huh. This is a cruel world I suppose. From my brother I've heard of a different world. Its much simpler. No monsters, just nice animals. And everything is… different. Weird right?

My thoughts were filled with questions and memories of the past. It was hard to sleep but I have no choice. I really need to get out. To take back my throne. My power. And my monsters. The mobs. They needed to be taught a lesson. How dare they turn their backs on me. Those back stabbing bastards. I'm not hesitant to teach them all a very important lesson.

I have a plan. For the past week they have been going as planned. The devise holding me down has not taken much power from me (it still does though) so I am to wait until I gain as much power as possible again and make my escape. I was not aware of this before getting trapped. I must not make sudden moves to make the machine go off.


It's been a long time now sense I was captured. I believe a month now sense I've seen the day light or the torches of my house. It's so agonizing to not do anything. Once in a while I would use the touch of my finger to send as little power as possible to it and crease dark shadow-like lines in the obsidian ground. With these lines I had wrote something: "what you don't know is what usually gets you killed"